
Red eyes peaked out through messy bangs as Shirakawa Kagari stared unblinkingly at the five strangers in the classroom. She shouldn't have come in today. A set of five senior students was interesting in one way or the other, but their sheer presence seemed to have triggered the resident violence-clown in the class to start grand-standing and showing off his merit...by flopping onto a classmate's desk as if it were a toilet seat and trying to pick a fight. Ugh, and here she was, thinking that people with Emulation quirks had more than just two braincells to rub together in their cranium of theirs. Or maybe Kyoya was extra snappy today because one of the seniors was another 'quirk-that-copies-other-quirks' type of person? Her eyes narrowed further upon that grape-flavored-popsicle-looking Yaoyorozu guy. She could already feel how absolutely insufferable it'd be with copycats trying to one-up each other on how much homework they could copy off of everyone else.
Then, Kagari turned her thoughts inwards.
She was probably just upset really, about missing out on perhaps an actually perfect opportunity for a live combat trial of Dantalion v0.5b. While her ass was grounded in the dorms, stuck in the limbo between suspension and class transfer bureaucracy, others had free reign to go kick ass and further lobotomize Noumu in the name of heroism. And then, the very next day, she came to class (willingly, she may add), excited for opportunities of more opportunistic happenings...only to be stuck with regular coursework, regular training, and a homeroom teacher that couldn't be bothered to show up in person even when they forced the entire class to be there in the room. The unpleasant nerd closed her eyes, letting out a seething sigh as she fantasized about turning the school into a mecha and launching towards the skies, before powerbombing a mountainside.
"Guehuehuehue..."
And then the ensuing impact and landslide would uncover an underground monstrosity, rising up from the depths of the earth. With six limbs, each that fired a different elemental beam, and spiky, crystalline growths that caused a dissonant sonic blast with ehac movement, it would see the Guardian of Education as a true foe, a true rival to be torn apart before its conquest of Japan could begin in earnest. The clash of present day and history! Of modern materials and ancient grudge! Of an overbearing bureaucratic institution and the unreasonable animalistic rage of an unfettered beast! Most excellent!
With each delusional idea, Kagari hunched forwards upon her desk, her hands tenting together and masking her eyes as she envisioned Nuclear Fission Fists and Mountain-Crushing Pile Bunkers...at least until a new message cut into her vision and instantly brought her into a better mood.
"Fuck yeah, Top 11 Wash! What a GOAT!"
Unlike that fraud Creati, who dropped out and became a secretary before even getting past Top 30 (Kagari was still mad about that), the Washing Machine Hero would never stop, never disappoint, and never leave a stain of villainy unscrubbed!